Yesterday was George’s birthday. She is seven years old. She woke up to a new outfit for school. Normally she is in an uniform, but on her b day she can wear whatever she wants. Up to this birthday I always bought her a dress, this year jeans and a groovy t-shirt and shrug. Kind of sad, she is over dresses and pink and all but her most special dolls. Getting old, aren’t they all.
She also woke up to her breakfast of choice, chocolate chip pancakes, fresh OJ, bacon and her favorite, hard boil quail eggs. The kids always beg to open up one of their presents in the morning so I always make it small and school related. Georgie got 2 technical pencils which she loves in some cool colors and some birthday related stickers. Not surprisingly, I believe the extra pencil leads are already lost.
Before we left for school, I took this photo of the two of them. They have a complicated relationship, but I would like to think this is how they really feel about each other.
Georgie when to school with brownies to give out to her classmates. And when she was away at school, all of the party fairies were making preparations for the party that followed with her friends. We were lucky given the rainy spring weather we have been having here and had a beautiful sunny afternoon. Not summer warm, but since the kids were busy doing non stop track and fields events (Georgie wanted a “sporty” theme) the lack of warmth went unnoticed. It was a success. No one fell in the pool (except Osa went in voluntarily to retrieve balls), no one was red carded during the futbol match, and the cake that Jenny made was awesome!
One last picture, its from the postmortem breakfast meeting the next day. Georgie chewed on some old pizza and regaled us with highlights from her big moment, favorite gifts, favorites friends and ideas for next year….
All the kids love being told the story of their birth, Georgie even more so. I try to make it interesting but in reality all my labors were fast, natural and uncomplicated (well actually Callum was almost born in a car). She was born in a beautiful birthing center in Derby, Connecticut. I had a gorgeous room where I gave birth and recovered and stayed for 2 days before I went back home to my three boys. The labor was fast, 2 1/2 hours, and the delivery even faster, one push. I guess the real drama happened when the entire nursing staff screamed “its a girl!” and I realized that this baby who I was convinced was a boy and had named George was actually a Georgiana. Its hard imagining our family any different. I have a daughter, the boys have a sister and GM is now paying for his crimes from another lifetime.